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Of mice, men and submission (1)

Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Chasingshadows, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

should be going. Dark Guy looked at me and asked if I cared to join them. I said thank you, but that I had to work early the next day. They shrugged. I thought to myself that, they weren’t too keen after all on having me with them anyway. People don’t like mice. Nobody likes mice. I took a step towards them and wanted to put my empty cup into the bag that one of them was holding up towards me. And then it happened. It went so fast I hardly realized anything until it was done and I was inside the van, struggling, screaming and trying to fight them off me. The van was moving by then, the doors closed and I hadn’t the slightest chance against three of them. They pulled me down on a mattress and bound my hands and feet. Their hands were firm, holding me in place, blocking me on my belly while others were tying knots, blindfolding and gagging me. I fought nevertheless, trying to kick. I felt panicked, but somehow knew there wasn’t any danger. Again, it reminded me of something, something known, familiar. A hand grabbed me by my hair, pulling it down, holding me head in place. “If you stop fighting, I’ll talk to you,” a voice said. I couldn’t move anymore, but I still pressed and pushed against their hands. He pulled my hair harder. “Stop it,” he repeated, closer to my ear this time. His voice, the order and the intensity of it made me obey. “Good girl,” I heard then. It was Dark Guy who was speaking, I recognized his voice. “Ok, sweetheart, listen. This is a gift from Tom. You ... remember Tom, don’t you. He says, 'Hi'. You’ll see him there again. I’m going to undo your gag for a second. Your safe word is 'Robin Hood'. If you say it now, we’ll stop the car and let you go. Anything else you say is not going to work. Remember Tom; and what he has taught you.” I had stopped fighting completely and just lay there, trying to sort out my thoughts. Tom. Tom. Tom… his name was spinning in my head, round and round. Our meeting at a concert. Our silly jokes about Robin Hood. And then the sex with him. The spanking, and how he had surprised me when he had started to tie me down on the bed. The intensity of what I felt. I could hear myself scream with an orgasm too powerful to be contained. And then he had vanished into thin air. And I had missed him so much, so much it hurt. And now this? What was I expected to do? I still felt upset and not ready to give in at all, in spite of Tom’s name and the possible promise that seemed to come with it. “I’m going to remove your gag. Say the word, and we’ll untie you and take you back right where we’ve taken you, ok?” I could feel him undo the knot in my neck. I still didn’t know what I should do. Use the word? I knew safe words from my time with Tom. They were sacred, not to be disrespected under any circumstances. Use it and leave? Go home and continue to look at the void within myself? I felt angry. The tissue was taken out of my mouth. “You fucking assholes, let me go and fuck off!” I screamed. It was spontaneous. I hadn’t ...